Kodi's Epic

Kodi's Epic

May 17, 2004

Listen, my children, and you shall hear

Of the midday chase of a speckled deer.

Twas Kodi, the dog, who ran for this fawn,

But ran into obstacles, just after dawn.

There was this malamute of fluff and hair,

Who hung with coyotes and made a dare:

If he could catch a deer in an hour,

He’d get to keep it, they wouldn’t be sour.

Kodi sat and waited for a stag.

He waited and waited while the 'yotes played tag.

Then, that fateful morning, came the delicious breakfast club,

And Kodi knew he’d brag in every coyote pub.

So, he ran like the wind for a small young one.

For distance was nothing, as if shot from a gun;
Ran so fast he was naught but a blur.

All that was left in his wake was small bits of loose fur.

He ran so fast, he gouged the earth.
He jumped aiming for the fawn’s girth.

He spooked the deer, but…Too late!

What a terrible fate!

Kodi had been running so fast that he missed!

All the coyotes laughed and hissed!
He jumped too far!

He began to howl at a star.

So, all the coyotes growled at the moon,

Drew in their breath to sob at that white balloon.
Kodi closed his ice blue eyes and threw back his head.

--Whence came the custom for canines to cry when we’re in bed.

I wrote this for English class in 8th grade.  We had to make a narrative so I wrote one about my dog, Kodi.